Lovely place you got here

[Vinny]

AGAMAR
LOW ATMOSPHERE
ETA ON TARGET ZONE ... FIVE MINUTES

Agamar was slowly becoming a War Zone. The Sith had taken control of the world and had already begun altering its government system and forcing the citizens through tense periods of change. Among the changes was the establishment of several outposts that were intended to become more permanent military installations as time wore on. That could not be permitted. The Sith had chosen to attack the innocent citizens of Agamar, they had lashed out at the galaxy and had brought the galaxy's wrath upon them. Nimarra took a steadying breath, feeling the force ease the tension in her body. Two lightsabers glinted on her belt, they swayed roughly in the turbulence. Nimarra could not see them as others could, nor could she see through the window to her left, she could only feel the warmth of Agamar's sun.

With her, two other Jedi had come to assault the outpost. The Paladin did not shift her head to turn and look at them, she did not have to given the way the Miralukans saw in the force. "We have almost arrived." She said in her same oddly serene and airy voice. She tapped the toes of her greaves, the energy resistant metal clicking against the floor of the vessel that carried them over trees and marsh. The gauntlets that guarded her hands glinted as she turned them over, reaching for her nondescript brown robes and straightening them.

A tone sounded above them, in just a few moments they would be over the target Zone. The ship would not return for some time after that, maybe not at all. They would have to rely on their own skills to not only survive, but conquer their objective. "May the force be with us." Nimarra breathed, and the second tone sounded. The doors began to open to the rear of the drop ship. It was time.

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[AlecaiWhite]

Davin stood by the door which led to the cockpit of the drop ship. They were drawing closer and closer to the drop zone and he had been consciously checking the contents of his utility belt. It may have been the third or fourth time he had checked it but he had to be certain everything was there. This was the first mission he had been allowed to come along on and he was outwardly and inwardly nervous.

He looked about the drop ship. Standing just in front of him was a striking female Jedi, he had heard the second Jedi call her Nimarra, Davin had never met her before. She wore a veil over her eye, yet this wasn't the most striking, or interesting, part of her appearance. Her hair and skin were both white, and when the light from the sun broke through the windows she appeared to shine. He could feel the force rolling off her in waves, it was a strange sensation, almost as if she was using the force to probe her surrounding. Like himself she wore 2 lightsabers on her belt as well as a pair of gauntlets. Davin wondered to himself how skilled she was in combat, she seemed powerful and even with her serene beauty she was an intimidating figure.

Behind Nimarra was Brynd'an Kaellyn, a tall, heavy built man dressed in the traditional garb of the Jedi. Next to him was his padawan, they were deep in conversation, probably discussing tactics. Davin felt a little put out at this, he had asked his mater to accompany him however she was busy with other business and couldn't accompany them. He hoped that he wouldn't let her down, he had progressed a lot in the last few months.

His hands drifted down on his sabers. One at a time he pulled them off his belt and inspected the emitters, crystal chamber and the power pack. His mental checks were interrupted as Nimarras serene voice seemed to echo around the cabin.
"We have almost arrived."

Davin replaced his sabers and took in a deep breath. He closed his eyes and tried to relax, he found it very difficult, his nerves were definitely getting the better of him. The drop tone cut through the air like a knife and Davin opened his eyes. He let out a long, nervous breath. His first mission had begun.

 

[Branok]

Brynd'an reclined on one of the seats with his feet resting on a table he pulled from nearby. He ran his fingers through his long hair as he prepared to tie it into a ponytail. He watched as his Padawan a, Wyrwulf sat there staring at him and his protocol droid that translated for the Padawan so his master could understand him. Brynd'an started to speak to his Padawan through his protocol droid.

"So, Pojo, I know its only been, a few days since my former master dropped this situation between us two on me. But I just want to know is, do you meditate? Or just sleep. I am not sure what I am dealing with so I would like to know a little bit about you and where you came from." Brynd'an said with a forced smile. He wasn't all to thrilled about this assignment. He wanted to go and see the universe, start planet hopping and exploring. Hopefully finding who or what killed his father.

As his father crossed his mind he felt his heart sink, as he thought of the family he left on Dantooine. Brynd'an then got distracted and peered toward the one who called himself Davin. He watched as the young Jedi checked over his equipment every few seconds. Brynd'an chuckled at the sight of his inspections and watched as he grasped his lightsaber. Brynd'an then watched as the female Miraluka with white hair and white skin stand there. Brynd'an was somewhat familiar with Miralukans and their connection to the Force, but he sensed it with her, the connection was deep. He then heard her speak "We have almost arrived."

The ship was starting to arrive and Brynd'an stood up and waived his padawan to follow. "Droid translate this. Pojo, come with me and learn something." He said as he walked over to Davin. He walked up right behind him as he was watching Nimarra and patted him on the back quite hard. "So, see something you like young man?" Brynd'an said with a chuckle. "I saw you going over your equipment, you are bleeding nervousness my friend. Relax, and stay calm the Force will guide you. If not the Force then your friendly lightsaber will do the talking for you. "Brynd'an said in a nonchalant tone. He dipped his head closer to the young Jedi's ear. "Just remember, the odds are significantly in our favor. We are landing on a planet, with Sith and people who probably hate Jedi." Brynd'an said as he backed his face away. He then turned to his attention to the Miraluka. "So, whats the plan sweetheart? lightsabers swinging?" He said as he awaited an answer.

 

[Vinny]

Nimarra did not turn her head toward Brynd'an, her force sight allowing a fairly good picture of him regardless of what way she faced. The doors had nearly finished opening at the rear of the vessel and the wind was beginning to buffet her brown robes. White tendrils of hair fluttered around her head, not that it obscured her vision. She drew both weapons and held them unlit in her hands. As she did she reached out with the force to scan the surrounding area with her force sight. Nothing. She turned her attention back to Brynd'an, his padawan, and padawan Davin. She only hoped that the two padawans would be able to keep up in a combat situation. This was no test where the masters could step in, this was a trial by battle, and the Paladin feared that one may not survive it.

"Padawan Cort, you will stay at my side, Knight Brynd'an, stay at my right and be prepared to shift direction at a moments notice. My force sight will guide us through the trees to our destination." Avoiding confrontation until they arrived at the target destination was crucial. The less the Sith knew about their approach, the better. With a clank the doors of the drop ship shifted into position, leaving a space of around twenty feet between them and the jungle floor below. Nimarra shifted her weight and leapt, hurtling through the air and landing with a cats grace on a tree trunk. Both lightsabers remained deactivated in her hands as she turned to scan the surroundings with her force sight.

There were no approaching hostiles.

"We must move quickly, our targets are the communication towers first." She lifted a computer spike from her hip pouch. "This has been programmed to turn their comm array into a jamming array. Then we will secure their armory and disrupt their defenses. Hopefully they will surrender when they have no weapons left to fight." She frowned, yes hopefully. Regardless they would do what must be done. "This mission is about speed and stealth, let us move." She said, and darted into the trees.

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[ObiWolf]

Pojo remained standing, six long lanky legs kept him steady on the ship despite pilot adjustments and any turbulence. Excitement bristled through him, though trying to keep calm his swaying tail continued to betray his mood. The others were all decked out in robes and armor and such. He, however, wore none of that. A utility belt was slung over his chest, going from the right of his shoulder/neck to behind the second legs on his left. It was the only hint that this cannid creature was an initiate instead of a pet.

As Brynd'an spoke, his ears perked forwards, focused on what his....master. Yes, his master. Finally out of those classes, no longer some classroom pet and actually out on the field. He would prove he could do it. Pojo almost missed the question, refocusing. Taking breath, the Wyrwulf's speech was....impossible to figure out. Semi-complex weaving of low barks and growls seemed like it might mean something...but what, who knew.

B4-11 knew. It's why it was here. Floating there, the translator droid's single orange eye scanned the area, though always make sure to listen for it's charge's words. "Initiate Pojo says that he has been taught to meditate and does so every day." The ball floated closer to the new master, twisting in air to look at the standing wyrwulf. "I've found the easiest way to tell the difference is that sitting is meditation, standing is sleeping." Pojo shot the droid a look before more feral sounds came forth. "Oh, sorry, he says that his time on his home-world was short, most of his time has been at the temples after he was found."

At the 'follow' command, Pojo's legs moved out, body lowering back, what one might recognize as a stretch for four legged beasts. Just a little more awkward with the additional set. Popping up, he followed his master with an affirmative yip, seeing the blindfolded lady with her lightsabers out. Did she have to do this challenge with a blindfold? Was that a challenge, or a test? He'd have to try it out sometime, but not now. Following along, his master spoke to the other two-legger male. He hadn't met the person yet, so while distracted with the talk and with his equipment, Pojo stepped to the other side and sniffed at his boots. B4-11 gave the Wyrwulf a look, but Pojo didn't pay the droid mind, figuring out how the two two-leggers' scents differed.

The doors opening wider now, the wind made it impossible to continue checking out scents, so he focused instead on the leader of the group. The leader who had lightsabers out. Oh boy, he could hold his? Turning his head to the utility belt, he bit down on the rubberized hilt and tugged it off the holder. Held in his teeth, his fur bristled with excitement and the churning wind. The woman jumped out of the ship. Oh boy, he got to jump out of a ship?! This mission was getting more fun by the second! Without hesitating, he went to the edge of the ramp to find his landing pad. Claws clutched at whatever tread the ramp had before he pushed off, launching towards another tree. The woman did it to make the distance easier to fall. Made sense. What didn't work was him trying to rapidly climb down the tree with his momentum. Half scrambled half aimed falling, he went down the branches to lucky land on all six feet.

B4-11 was a bit dissapointed that they were jumping. "Must we jump that far?" It questioned, inching closer to the edge, startled at Pojo's rush to get out of the ship and into a tree. "Why did I get selected for this mutt... Oh right, cause I couldn't resist an 'upgrade'." It floated forwards till its lifting system had nothing to push against, plummeting to the ground, orange eye blanked out....did the droid shut off its ocular input? At about six meters up its rapid fall began to slow, more and more till it reached about a foot and stopped. Light blinked on, glancing around, everything appeared to be safe. But they were all about to run. And it knew it couldn't keep up with the mutt. Hovering over before Pojo followed the others into the woods, it hooked itself onto the back of Pojo's utility belt, prepaired to be jostled around like mad as the six legged initiate used those lanky yet strong legs to propel him through the underbrush.

 

[AlecaiWhite]

"So, see something you like young man?" Brynd'an said with a chuckle. Davin jumped slightly, he may have been too engrossed in going over his things.
"I saw you going over your equipment, you are bleeding nervousness my friend. Relax, and stay calm the Force will guide you. If not the Force then your friendly lightsaber will do the talking for you. "Brynd'an said to him in a very nonchalant tone. He dipped his head closer to the young Jedi's ear. "Just remember, the odds are significantly in our favor. We are landing on a planet, with Sith and people who probably hate Jedi."
These words did nothing to ease Davins nerves, nor did the Wyrwulf that was sniffing around the hem of his robes.The drop ship hovered about twenty feet above the forest floor. Davin watched as one by one the other passengers leapt from the back ramp to the floor below. Davin took a breath and pulled his lightsabers from his belt.
"I can do this" he thought to himself. "This is easy, just like training." He rocked back onto his left foot before breaking into a run. In three steps he was at the edge of the ramp and with a small burst of the force he propelled himself forward away from the drop ship. His momentum carried him forward into a natural flip, so midair he had to twist his torso to level himself out. He landed hard on a thick branch which stopped his momentum completely. He looked back and up, the drop ship was already gaining altitude and speed away from them.
"No back-up then" He murmured to himself.

Turning back to the task at hand he cast his head around to search for his companions. All three were just ahead and below him. He dropped down to the ground and jogged up just in time to catch Nimarras' last words
"This mission is about speed and stealth, let us move." She said and almost instantly dated off into the trees. Keeping in line with her instructions Davin followed her as closely as he could struggling to keep up with the more experience Jedi through the rough foliage.

 

[Enuf]

"Of course I was sent here....." Lucas voice was dull, annoyed at the whole situation he had been put into here. Eyes hidden behind his custom made helmet, His Cloak covering his entire body the stricken dark leather fixed tightly around his body. His half-cape was hiding his right-arm and his Twin light-sabers under a thin comfortable silk. His brooding form idly paced the hallways, Something felt off but he just couldn't land what it was. His Presence wasn't masked by any trick of the Force. Those Force Users encroaching on the poor Outposts position would be able to sense that he was there. His Wrist would come up to his helmet, pressing it gently on the side as with a bleep of the Communicator "Droids, keep my ship ready. I'm almost done here..." Luca would continue to pace throughout the base, before finding himself on the Control Tower overlooking the landscape around the Base with a deep sigh. His eyes narrowed gingerly over the Tree-Tops, he didn't sense what oncoming storm was approaching. Rather relaxed, hand forming behind his back as he stood tall and quietly observing the Outpost at work.

 

[Vinny]

Nimarra kept a careful grip on her lightsabers as they went through the trees. Her gauntleted arms shifted imperceptibly as to not graze against the trees and leave discernible marks of her passing. Her blind eyes could see far ahead of them. A patrol up ahead and to the right caused her to dart abruptly to the left, moving around it's presumed path before resuming the dash through the trees. Each time they encountered another patrol-she ensured to avoid any contact or even line of sight. This method stole an additional precious two minutes from their schedule. Even so, they arrived at the edge of the trees less than fifteen minutes after they arrived at the drop zone.

She turned to do a head count, keeping careful watch of Davin.

"Now, our first priority is the communication dish." She whispered, gesturing towards the large metal tower with a dish antenna affixed atop it. "I be-" She nearly choked on the words, having felt a dark presence within the base. She looked toward the others for unspoken confirmation that what she was sensing was real.

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[Branok]

Brynd'an heard the Miralika speak after ignoring him. She gave the battle plan and Brynd'an nodded his head and he made his way to the ramp. He saw everyone go down including his padawan. "Oh boy what did I get myself into." he said aloud laughing before dropping. As he fell from the ship he saw Nimarra gracefully glide down the trees. He saw Pojo struggle to get down the trees but managed to get down. As he neared the tree he grabbed a large branch and swung to another one lower to decrease his speed. After grabbing the next branch he fell to the ground and landed next to Pojo. "Lets go my young Padawan." He said in a soft whisper.

Brynd'an followed Nimarra as she avoided the patrols and Brynd'an didn't understand why we didn't remove the threat. They were the bad guys, if an alarm sounds then thats more we would have to deal with. After a few minutes of stealthily moving through the trees they made their stop at a tree line. He heard Nimarra speak. "Now, our first priority is the communication dish." Brynd'an looked to the dish and started to say "This will be ea..." But he stopped right as Nimarra said "I be-" Brynd'an sensed it. The dark presence emanated from the building near them. He looked at Nimarra who was looking at them in a hopes that they sensed it to. Brynd'an saw it on her face, even with her eyes covered he saw that she hoped she was wrong. Brynd'an nodded with a stern look on his face. Brynd'en waived his padawan over. "Stay close to me. Understand?"

@AlecaiWhite @Enuf @ObiWolf @Vinny (Sorry about the late response y'all. Like I said very unfortunate christmas this year)

 

[ObiWolf]

Pojo was in his element now. Moving, speed, rolling with the terrain as six legs pushed him through with no need of force alteration to keep him with the group. Thick fur turned any reaching branches away as he kept near his master. It was hard to resist the temptation of exploration. The woods called out to him, exotic sounds and scents he never heard before pressed in from all sides nipping at his focus on his current directions. Stay near Brynd'an. Must stick close to master.

B4-11, on the other hand, was not in it's element. Jostled around left and right as the mutt mount used quick turns to slip by underbrush, its view was highly unfocused. No big deal, though, as its dock on the belt merely gave it the exciting views of tree branches and lots of leaves. It tried to keep a mind on the path they took, to keep a mental map of where the drop ship had unloaded its passengers, to give it an idea of where they were. Speed judgement was a little impaired with the constant shifting of it's mount.

Pojo would pause briefly now and then, usually when they bypassed a scouting party to get a look at their scents. Nose buried in foliage, snuffing about, till he ether got what he wanted to sniff or he started to drop behind...or someone told him to stop pausing. Six legs would kick him forwards with a jolt and with ease be right back with the party. Once they stopped, he would trot to a slow, tongue lolled out one side. They were taking a breather, so he snuffed around the area, slipping around a tree and right back. Back to several unhappy faces. A bit surprised, he sat his rump down next to Brynd'an. Questioning low "arwuff" came out, still panting lightly from the nice warmup run. "Initiate Pojo asks what is wrong." The slightly irritated droid's voice spoke out. Not quite whispered, while it knew it had to be quieter for the mission a translator droid is sort of designed to be heard. The voice might be a little louder than the others would like.

 

[Vinny]

Nimarra considered their chances. From the feeling she got, there was only one force-sensitive enemy at the base. The dark side was strong with him, but not exactly deadly. She rose from her crouch and drew both of her lightsabers. She clasped both of them in one hand, held between her index and pinky fingers so that they were spread in a v. They would have to be ready to be activated at a moment's notice. She took a deep breath and then spoke crisply. Her serene demeanor remained, but it seemed... coated with a layer of ice and steel. "I sense the presence of the dark side here, just one, but I cannot say whether or not they have sensed us. We are out of time for stealth."

"The base is just beyond this thicket, the orbital scans stated that the dish is directly in our path. I will deal with the dish, as soon as it is down, we move in and destroy what equipment we find. Be on your guard and stay together, we will confront this darksider together." The paladin said, and darted out from the brush. Augmenting her speed with the power of the force she was up and over several logs within an instant, her body leaving a glittering afterimage as she hurled herself over the last thorny bush before landing meters away from the security walls of the facility. She could feel the shape of the transmission dish in her mind's eye, up, to the right. She released both of her lightsabers, they fell but just before they hit the ground she whipped her hand out and up. Igniting in unison they spun toward the dish. There was a cry of alarm as one guard spotted the two white-blue blades spinning through the air, but he was not in time to alert his fellows when the blades cut through the axial point of the dish.

There was a hiss and a groan and just as her blades returned to her hand, it toppled to the ground with a loud smash! That was signal enough, she thought, and darted toward the walls for cover.

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[Enuf]

Luca jolted as his communication dish was destroyed atop his Tower,he scowled slamming his fist into the console "I knew it!" he cursed, gripping both of his Sabers from his belt his hand would shoot as the Crimson Sabers ignited almost instantaneously starting to bark his orders to the Communication Staff "Secure the Walls! I want everyone on High-Alert and Active!" his eyes darted to the four troopers in the room "All of you, with me." his march begin down the Stairs, Four Mooks falling in behind him, A Loud Red light would shift on in the hallway, blinking as a loud alarm sounded through out the Outpost. His eyes darted around, he scowled as he felt the Presence of not one, but several Jedi. His form would be flanked by Two Troopers on each side as he walked the walls, his eyes scanning the horizon for anyone that suddenly approaches, it seemed he was making his way towards the Landing Pads

 

[AlecaiWhite]

When they finally stopped Davin was out of breath. He stood slightly back from Nimarra and Brynd'an bent forward, his hands on the top of his knees as he took in deep breaths through his nose. He looked up as the two Knights looked up towards their objective.
"Now, our first priority is the communication dish." She whispered, gesturing towards the large metal tower with a dish antenna affixed atop it. "I be-" She stopped mid sentence her mouth forming a small "o" of shock or surprise. The sensation suddenly hit Davin. It was like jumping into a freezing lake, the feeling of anger, it worked its way into his very core and he was surprised when he exhaled that his breath wasn't condensing in front of him. Davins' eyes flicked between the two knights both looked as if something terrible had just happened.

"Master Nimarra what is..." She cut Davin off mid sentence, her voice changed from the serene warrior that he had heard in the drop ship. Her voice was now had a cold and hard edge to it.
"I sense the presence of the dark side here, just one, but I cannot say whether or not they have sensed us. We are out of time for stealth."

She hashed out the rest of her plan which seemed to be to take out the dish and then cause as much damage as possible before making their escape. If they encountered the darksider then they had to fall back and engage it as a group. Suddenly, as she finished speaking she darted out from the brush they were hiding in. As she reached the edge of the outpost security she ignited and flung her lightsabers towards the base of the dish.
"That's a neat trick" Davin muttered out loud as he watched the white blue blades arc through the air towards the dish. The blades impacted and cut through the metal of the dish before being pulled back to Nimarras hands with the force. He heard alarms starting to ring throughout the facility muffling the yells of angry guardsmen who were now rushing to man the defenses.

Following Nimarras instructions to keep close, Davin darted after her with a burst of the force and headed away from Brynd'an and his apprentice.

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[Branok]

Brynd'an saw her face and when he heard her say that it was no more time for stealth a large grin grew across his face. "Well, Pojo, this is where the fun begins. Stay close, stay low and most importantly enjoy yourself." Brynd'an proclaimed as he dropped his right arm and reaching out with the Force he removed the hilt from his belt. He didn't ignite it but followed Nimarra in her charge into the compound.

He felt the Force surge through her body as she propelled herself through the field and up and over the wall. Brynd'an followed suit gaining speed quickly and ran up the side of the wall. As he reached the top of the wall he grasped the wall with his left hand and swung over the edge raising his legs to not catch the walls top. Brynd'an saw as two lightsabers flew into the dish and saw it crash to the ground. A soldier on guard duty proceeded to make a move towards Nimarra. Brynd'an took a deep breath and stuck out his left hand.

"Well done Nimarra, fancy trick you got there." He said giggling. He felt the soldier within his hands and gave a good hard pull. The soldier jerking forward fell off the wall and hit his head on the ground going limp.

Brynd'an saw two more soldiers run around the corner raising their rifles. Brynd'an ignited his lightsaber the blue blade shooting out with a loud zap. The first laser bolt came zipping at Brynd'an but he ducked to avoid it. The second followed suit but Brynd'an raised his lightsaber and deflected it toward one of the horns that was signaling an alarm. The bolt hit and the sound stopped in their area. "Well thats a little bit quieter. Don't you think?" Brynd'an said in a calm voice, not paying attention to the other soldier.

A bolt struck Brynd'an in the arm and he let out a grunt. Turning his attention to the soldier he grasped his lightsaber with a firm grip and gathering himself he pushed off with his leg toward the soldier. The Force propelling him through the air in a straight line he swung his lightsaber in a upward diagonal swing catching the soldier in the chest sending him to the ground in a loud thud. "Well that will show you." He said upset. "That was my favorite cloak." He followed as he took it off. He saw out the corner of his eye another soldier approaching. "Pojo can you take care of that guy?" He said raising his hand toward the soldier awaiting his Padawans response.

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[ObiWolf]

Pojo didn't know what it was that he felt. His senses have been the focus of his studies, senses and control. It was...different than what he was use to, what he was use to being surrounded by when at the academy. He had been told he will know what it was when he felt it, and there was not much else he could expect it to be. The light side, a cool flowing stream, always felt the same calm current. This was more choppy, rapid, and excitable. At least, that's how he felt it. And a stronger current it was, he did as he was taught. Kept himself flowing along the normal current that he was familiar with, diverting away from the rougher path that deviated from where he was going.

"Out of time for stealth?" A slightly worried tone came from the ball latched onto Pojo's back. B4-11's occular indicator was swiveling back and forth, looking around the scene. "But this is a stealth mission, how can we be out of time for stealth?" The words were meaningless to the pup, as more important words were given. They were going into action. He was going to be helpful, surely! The force swelled under his comrades, using its flow to push themselves up the wall. Thinking, he took a few steps back, trying to get the swell around him as well. Pushing forwards with the swell, he ran for the same wall, coiling at the base before leaping upwards, pushing himself with the wave of energy. "Initiate Pojo, if you drop me I will be quite cross with you." B4-11 called out as they ascended the wall. Claws scraped at the surface, clattering louder than the softer boots of the others, boots that vaulted over the edge of the wall.

There was the screeching of hot metal being forced out of its original shape, the sound of the familiar lightsabers, and the jarring jolt of blaster fire letting loose in his ears. Keeping himself pushed to the wall so he could keep running, he didn't want to miss what was going on. Upon reaching the top, the six legged boy clamored over the edge, panting. His solid yellow eyes glimpsed the soldier being struck down by his master, followed by a discarded cloak. This wasn't good, he felt the flow of the force that he had ascended with swirl around him, through him, urging him to move. At what? Eyes followed it to an approaching soldier, before Brynd'an pointed the person out. But it was close, the next thing he heard was master's voice. "Pojo can you take care of that guy?" And he was moving, the swell of the force urged him forwards.

Six strong legs assisted by the force made the ruddy mutt's path all the quicker, but not quite direct. He wanted to go straight, but the waves of the force guided him into a weaving path back and forth, diagonal leaps forwards, throwing off the flatfooted soldier. Green erupted from the side of Pojo's mouth, its glow startling the soldier to see it come from such a form rushing at him. The trigger would be pulled, and had Pojo ran straight, the shout would have easily connected. Heat nipped at where his paws pushed from, focusing his path past the soldier, leaping hard just under reach. The sensation was strange, lightsaber passing through an obstacle. There should be resistance. There was some, but nothing what he expected as he skidded around, seeing the soldier already on the ground. Panting, eyes taking in the scene, half trying to take in what happened and half keeping alert so another soldier didn't catch him off guard. "Umm, Initiate Pojo? Shouldn't you go back to them?"

 

[Vinny]

A hail of blasterfire burst to life around Nimarra an instant after the dish went down. Their communications were cut off-no reinforcements would arrive in time. Nimarra's head did not move an inch when Brynd'an darted into the fray, dodging one blaster bolt and blocking another. Nimarra's frown deepened as the blasterfire picked up-though the alarms were quickly silenced by Brynd'an. She nodded to him, "Thank you, my friend." she said, her force sight searching for approaching enemy personnel. She was about to perform a force leap onto the walls of the base when there was a grunt of pain to her right. Nimarra whirled only to sense Brynd'an leap through the air to engage the soldier who had fired upon him. She breathed, of course he was fine.

She made sure to get a sense of Davin's position before tensing her legs. Her lightsabers were loose between her fingers. "Stay close!" She called out, and leapt into the air, somersaulting once before landing on her feet, her lightsabers leaving her hands and igniting. Both spun in mid air on either side of her as she fell into a martial fighting stance. Green bolts of blasterfire flecked off the white-blue blades and sent them digging into walls and equipment. She was largely immobile in this defensive posture though, and she hoped Davin was close enough to be inside of the defensive ring that her lightsabers created. Kinetic combat was difficult enough and she was fortunate for her force sight giving her a three hundred and sixty degree view of her surroundings. However it was extremely taxing if used while moving.

"Assess the situation! Where is the vehicle depot?" She called, whipping her arms to the right as a volley of blaster fire came at her, her lightsabers, floating in the air, spun to intercept and sent several bolts back at the soldiers attacking her. She twirled and twisted, glittering silver hair flying around her like a sheet of starlight. She was doing her best to keep some focus on her allies. She could draw attention and remain a resolute barrier against the enemy but- a stray bolt caught her along the arm, grazing the protective metal armor. It glanced off but set her off balance. That moment sent her senses into overdrive, something was missing.

"Where is Jedi Pojo?" She demanded, and where, she thought, was the sith?

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[Enuf]

Luca footsteps were heavy, angry and powerful as he stares towards the wall with a heavy scowl, he continued his path as the sounds of battle starting to encircle the Base and he obviously knew he was out numbered. That's why he was looking to find his way back to his ship, and fast. Though the sudden stop of the Alarm caused him a faint concern. Have they captured the Control Tower this quickly? His hands lowered his blades deactivated as he walked. The Troopers beside him looked at each other, then back to the walkway in-front of them.

His Blades deactivated as he walked. He heard something, a clawing as it scaled up the side of a nearby wall and with that a Large Creatures tumbling over, he watched for a moment. Wild-life? No, The Force was strong with this one. The Green light that activated from it and the swift movement of the form, cutting down a trooper confirmed his theory. Rushing forward he planned to engage the Initiate with a swift attack, his hands shot out-wards as he concentrated for a moment before he felt the Initiate within his own hands, a sudden yank of his hands would deliver a powerful kinetic pull of force energy, it seemed he wasn't going to try and assault him but rather bring him towards the Sith Lord. The Troopers on each side of Luca brought their blasters up, though not firing on the Target just yet.


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[Kann Beroya]

Kann wakes up to the sound of alarms ringing around the base. He walk to his door no even dressed, opening it and ask the first trooper he sees "what hell is going on" the trooper turns with a salute "we're under attack by a group of Jedi, captain" "dismissed" Kann closes the door smiling to himself thinking finally a real challenge to test my skills around here. he quickly donned his suit of Mandalorian armour, grabbing the rest of his gear and his most prized possession the twilight spike a spear made from a Phrik/durasteel alloy, he twirls it around him thinking Today is a good day for someone else to die.

Kann makes his way to the courtyard of the complex, there he spotted silver-haired beauty across the courtyard her lightsabers spinning around her defecting bolts but a bolt hits her and she's dazed for a second. He plucks his Vibro-dagger from his belt and propelling it towards her, he aimed for it to whizz past her ear alerting her to his presence. after it lands in the wall behind her he shouts across the courtyard "why don't you face a real challenge!".

 

[AlecaiWhite]

Davin ignited both of his blades. He held his full saber in his right hand and his shoto in his left. He held the shoto inverted so that the blade ran up the length of his forearm. He glanced left towards Master Nimarra. She stood tall, her blades swinging through the air with the audible hum that accompanied all lighsabers. Blaster fire was staring to come in thick and fast towards her. He ducked as a shot ricocheted into the ground next to him.

She was standing directly in front of him and it took him a moment to realize that she was protecting him from harm by putting herself in the way. A pang of guilt spread through Davin, is that how all three saw him, someone who was unable to protect themselves? He glanced right towards Brynd'an who had ditched his robe and was cutting through the guards, even the strange canine padawan was getting in on the action.

Davin steeled himself. He turned and put on a burst of force speed towards Nimarra. He skidded to a halt beside her, finally joining in.
"Assess the situation! Where is the vehicle depot?" She called out over the sounds of battle. Davin deflected a few bolts that came towards him, flipping his shoto so that both blades were held in the traditional style so that he could defend against blasters better. He cast his head about, spotting a large metal door. It was directly across from Davin and Nimarra however there were guards and now the mangled wreckage of the comms dish between them and their objective.
"Master, I think it's that building directly across from us and that probably the armory next to it." Davin shouted over to Nimarra as he deflected a blaster shot directly back to the guard who had fired it. "If I can draw their fire can you make it to the Depot?" He twisted his torso as a bolt came whipping past him, close enough to put a neat little burn hole in his robe
"This is getting tense" He thought to himself, straining to hear the masters reply.
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[ObiWolf]

Pojo stood there too long, his focus pulled away from the situation, gripping the saber in his teeth, those solid yellow eyes made it difficult to tell where his focus rests. The orb that sat on the back of the belt holster did its best to look at the initiate, orange dot in its audio receptor artificially representing where it was looking. It was a means to make the protocol droid a little more sentient, for comfort. "Initiate Pojo?" It questioned, before its sensors caught more movement nearby. "Initiate Pojo, some action would be nice right now!" B4-11 called out.

Pojo's ears perked, shaking out of his personal zone, assisted by a sudden rush of that rapids sensation closing around him. Legs flexed to jump away, claws screeching over metal as he kicked to get away but it was too late. His preferred direction of movement was quite the opposite from where he flew. Maw clenched onto the soft grips of his saber. He was already flying headlong towards the enemy. Lucky for him, that was the main method of combat the feral-shaped initiate had access to. If feet could reach the ground, they would kick at it, trying to aim himself a little better, to run with the pull instead of struggling against it. The already ignited blade was rapidly approaching the sith and trooper group weather aimed by feet or not. His target was to keep himself moving past the group, letting his saber drag through between zone 4 and 5 of one of the troopers and/or Luca if the opportunity literally flew by.